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artists　themselves；　the　Remi　brothers；　identical　twin　sons　of　a

French　model　and　an　English　duke；　were　being　interviewed　and

photographed　for　Art　Forum；　Vogue；　W；　Harper’s　Bazaar；　and　the

New　York　Times。

Serena　studied　each　photograph　carefully。　They　weren’t　eyes；　she

decided；　now　that　she　was　looking　at　them　blown　up。　But　what　were

they？　Belly　buttons？

Suddenly　Serena　felt　an　arm　around　her　waist。

“Hello；　ma　chèrie。　Beautiful　girl。　What　is　your　name？”

It　was　one　of　the　Remi　brothers。　He　was　twenty…six　years　old　and

five　foot　seven；　the　same　height　as　Serena。　He　had　curly　black　hair

and　brilliant　blue　eyes。　He　spoke　with　a　French　and　British　accent。

He　was　dressed　head　to　toe　in　navy　blue；　and　his　lips　were　dark　red

and　curved　foxily　up　at　the　corners。　He　was　absolutely　gorgeous；

and　so　was　his　twin　brother。

Lucky　girl。

Serena　didn’t　resist　when　he　pulled　her　into　a　photograph　with　him

and　his　brother　for　the　New　York　Times　Sunday　Styles　section。　One

brother　stood　behind　Serena　and　kissed　her　neck　while　the　other

knelt　in　front　of　her　and　hugged　her　knees。　Around　them；　people

watched　greedily；　eager　to　catch　a　glimpse　of　the　new　“it”　girl。

Everyone　in　New　York　wants　to　be　famous。　Or　at　least　see　someone

who　is　so　they　can　brag　about　it　later。

The　New　York　Times　society　reporter　recognized　Serena　from

parties　a　year　or　so　back；　but　he　had　to　be　sure　it　was　her。　“Serena

van　der　Woodsen；　right？”　he　said；　looking　up　from　his　notepad。

Serena　blushed　and　nodded。　She　was　used　to　being　recognized。

“You　must　model　for　us；”　one　of　the　Remi　brothers　gasped；　kissing

Serena’s　hand。